A photo for Daffa. I hope her fiance made it to Australia before this storm.
I went out for an emergency run to the store this morning. Ice wasn't a factor, but the snow on the roads was. It was like cross-country skiing for your car.
Outside the wind is howling, the flights are all canceled, visibility is down to nil, O's home, I have a mason jar of homemade hot chocolate mix, a chicken for soup, and a roaring fire in the fireplace.
This is going a long way to chase away the black edges that have surrounded my days for a week now. Christmas is looking bleak this year.
So. I am declaring today Christmas. And Winter Solstice.* Forget the traditions, forget the laws of nature. I can overcome them all with the sheer force of my desire!
But I can't seem to talk O into opening presents today.
They've just announced two feet of snow on the way. On the radio Bono sings, “The snow's coming down...”
Music: Sarah MacLaughlin's version of Joni Mitchell's River.
*The Christians and the Pagans will just have to deal. Maybe it'll give them something to agree on.